Midnight looked looked at the picture of the corpse fighting the Blade that attacked her. She felt her body tense and her heart tighten to a stop for a second. She didn't even know she was drawing something like that. She let out a shaky breath till she heard a voice *"It wasn't your fault"*. Midnight looked up at the little ghost outcast as he sat down on the couch. "I-I know....." Was all she said as she closed her journal. But she still felt guilty for taking a life also happy that a blade has been taken out.